Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ituana,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.